Author / Linda Duvall

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  • Porcupine messages

    Each day seems like a message about my time here – the water in the ponds disappear, and then appear again – and then disappear for good –Marking the shadow – or just seeing if the green is different in the dips. I need to get one set of photos soon – so I can…

  • Photo diary

    My daily photographs are a diary of getting to know this place/space. I am gradually seeing more details – the photographs show the details that I have been paying attention to each day I think about ways to overlay the edge of the pond back on the ground – as a drawing, using fertilizer, salt,…

  • A parable maybe

    I rushed back to S when I figured out how serious this virus was. Grabbing the food that was left for me, I went straight to the farm. I have often stayed here, but never under these weird and stressful conditions. I began to walk around the 80 acres for hours every day. I discovered…

  • March 21

    I thought that I had a brilliant idea for a way to respond to this current state of self-quarantine. I would use Facetime, and ‘Walk and Talk into Spring’ on the land with various people. As we talked over the telephone, we could each see where the other person was. I planned to walk around…

  • March 19

    I can’t think when I have been so relieved to be back in Saskatchewan. It is a bit irrational, but I just feel more settled and safe here. And I arrived to a box of food waiting for me.

  • We will eventually leave the place

    Every day is different – a knowledge that certain things will eventually happen – not sure when – like grass will turn green – we will eventually leave the house – again not sure when. Walking is a way of marking time – as time passes, the land changes. Starting point – I had always…

  • Being lost

    I am following my own processes in developing art projects. I wander around feeling quite lost, having no idea what my next step might be. But at the core I respect that I need to do what I am doing. At this point I always think that I will never make art again. As I…